This is a song about "Stretch marks"

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Each others girlfriends, you know what a fucking stretch that is?

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

When your brain starts to stretch and flex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks